Foretold Times

These are those foretold times, Long subject of poems and rhymes, When virtues become crimes When the dollar, euro and pound, Boldly ladders lifting off the ground, The wrong side of history found While the blessed chosen feed, On what the lowly, cursed bleed, Anticipating a saddled, white steed Birthed in context and parameter, Herded borders, a skewed diameter, Death stalking the perimeter The news then of one who returns From whence the rapture or hell burns

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